Skyrim_Lover

Take me to the mist covered mountains.

Where the dragons soar and the giants roam.

Frost and magic escape my breath.

Clinging to the whisps ahead.

Take me to the mist covered forests.

Where the ghosts moan and the dead are bone.

Magic and power flow through my veins.

Unbroken still from destiny’s chains.

Take me to the mist covered oceans.

Where the wind whispers her secrets and the deep holds her regrets.

Ancient magic swirls beneath.

Bound in blade and iron sheath.

Take me to the mist covered realm.

Where my soul calls home.

Through shadows I wonder but never alone.

Where the water hums low,

Mother whispers, calling me close,

She speaks of those who’s souls have been sold.

Listening to her, I follow her command,

Moving in darkness throughout the land.

The ritual preformed, the plea has been heard,

A life is now bound by silence and word.

The Void is my guide, the blade is my art,

Death plants its seed in the depths of the heart.

Through shadow I serve, through silence I pray,

To honor the Night Mother in her eternal sway.

The kiss of the blade, the offering made,

In Sithis’ embrace, my oath has been laid.

Upon the peaks where storm winds roar,

The ancient tongues still sing of war,

Their echoes shake both stone and shore,

A Dragon’s cry forevermore.

The Voice resounds, a fearsome roar,

It shakes the sky with sounds of war,

From frozen hills to ocean’s shore,

The Thu’um shall echo forevermore.

Runes still burn with Dragon’s roar,

Shattered stones recall the war,

They tremble deep beneath the shore,

Their might will last forevermore.

I wander meadows where the wildflowers grow,

With baskets brimming full of magic sheer,

Through golden grass the mountain breezes blow,

And every leaf holds secrets waiting near.

I grind the petals, let the colors blend,

Each crystal bottle hums with gentle might,

A healing draught or charm the winds will send,

Bright potions sparkle, bubbling with delight.

In shadowed halls where candles burn low,

The secrets of death are eager to show.

Soul gems glimmer with stolen light,

Binding the fallen to endless night.

Scrolls are coiled with whispers untold,

Each rune inscribed with powers of old.

Enchantments hum on crystal and blade,

Crafted in silence where dark hands have prayed.

The skull on the shelf bears a hollow grin,

Marking the place where the dead drift in.

Here knowledge festers, forbidden and deep,

A necromancer’s vow that no soul shall sleep.

Between dusk and dawn,

Menu: 18th of Frostfall, 4E 206. 🥘🍺🧀

•Vegetable soup •Venison chops

•Creamy crab bisque •Salmon steak

•Baked potato •Braided bread

•Lavender dumpling •Boiled cream treat

There once was a traveler brave on the road~

Who carried their steel and a heavy load🎶

Through blizzard and storm they wandered still~

Chasing the call of both glory and thrill🎶

They ventured through ruins where shadows creep~

Where gold lies buried in dungeons deep🎶

Yet ever their fate to the road was bind!~

For adventure and song were their truest find!🎶

They drank in the taverns, they fought in the fields~

With courage as strong as the shield they wield🎶

But when came the nights with the fire low~

They sang of their journeys where few dared to go🎶

Their voice would rise with the crackling flame!~

Of battles fought and the foes they’d slain🎶

And when at last their songs would end~

The road still called, their oldest friend🎶